I ran along  the shore past the dunes and carnation houses. Scattered surfers lingered in the last rays of the day.  A heat shimmer faded as I approached.  I ran to it intent on vanishing beneath the gray veil.   I am sure it began to rain. Fat globules of sea salt clung to  my face leaking into my open mouth.  Jagged edges of breath tore upward from my lungs. When I could run no farther I sank to the speckled sand behind the old seafood restaurant. Wails carried out on the wind  and I covered my ears to block those guttural sounds of that pathetic creature, mutations of a wounded bird or the whimper of dying.  The pain streamed out into the ocean and at last drowned in the sea. Nothing  was left but silence.

89 thoughts on “sun down or the letter

  1. Argh dear Holly, I felt those gutheral wounds on the wind my friend.. And have echoed my own within my silent space..
    Sending thoughts of love dear friend.. Another well written narative that touches the heart of those who know..
    ❤ Much love
    Sue ❤

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    1. Dear Sue, I’ve missed you! I hope you are staying warm and happy. Thank you sweet friend, your words are always appreciated and so beautifully comforting. Wishing you a joyful holiday season and sending love ❤️

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      1. Missed not being here too and reading your wonderful words Holly… Thank you, we are warm, still wet! here, but enjoying our own company with family… Have a wonderful Christmas also Holly… Much love sent your way ❤

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      1. The sun is shining, clothes in the washer, the kitties are ornary, and I’m working on a new song. Perfect start for a Sunday. I hope you are having a super Sunday?

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  2. Fabulously intense, Holly. I felt it all, especially the salt, which I can taste.

    It starts out so sweet and innocent, especially going past carnation houses. I didn’t know such things existed, as I envision houses built of carnations where fairies and lovers live. I’m sure the picture in my head is wrong, but I like it.
    Thank you for this, dear Holly!

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  3. I was out of breath, running with her, running from whatever she was and yet still able to notice her surroundings so not all is lost.
    Falling in exhaustion to stillness – I’m just about there myself.
    Beautifull written, as always, dear Rene

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  4. Oh how this enveloped me in the scene, Rene. I wanted to sit on the speckled sand and cry too but I knew you wouldn’t want me to. What a soulful and lonely hurting but that run is how we get through it. 🤗

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      1. You are too kind and I like that about you Rene. The greatest gift to me is to feel with an intensity that never ceases to amaze me although I do try to tone it down. With feeling joy and pain instead of numbness we live a brighter life. You’re brief insights into that past of human bondage to the deep hurt our passions lead us to is second to none. Every heart that truly feels can feel again through your words. It’s a blessing that continues with every post. 🤗

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        1. You are a a strong person with the ability to share the feelings and build strong and insightful connections with others. You are a blessing to all who know you and believe me I am grateful…those happy head elves help a lot too. Thank you dear Dan. 🤗

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  5. I always feel your words….descriptions……I am there. You have that sacred ability to bring us into your heart. The sea is a wonderful place to scream at night or a cold foggy day. Disturbs no one and releases anything pent up.

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  6. Wonderful to actively participate in your words Holly, today I was not disappointed. This was a piece of writing that I wanted to know the beginning, as I was totally caught up in the drama at the shore. And now I want to know where this leads. You are so talented.

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